After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Song Jin'an stayed in the study room late at night, and Fu Chengwang didn't want to sleep alone, so he moved the documents and notebooks to Song Jin'an's study room and worked with him.

When the phone rang, Fu Chengwang had just found a job studying ink with his wife.

It might really be the sixth sense, Fu Chengwang looked at the phone quickly, he always felt that this call made him flustered.

"Teacher Zhang's call." Song Jin'an put down his brush, not noticing the moment Fu Chengwang frowned.

Fu Chengwang shook his hand, and the ink almost dripped out.

He said that Zhang Sichen is not a good person!Who didn't receive a reply to the message and waited until the next night to call to ask?I really can bear it!What a scheming pianist!

Although his information was normal, he told Song Jin'an that the song they recorded had already been produced, and the package was ready to be uploaded.

But the latter sentence, when we have time to meet, we can play the piano together and talk about new ideas.

This sentence sounded the alarm for Fu Chengwang, and a sense of foreboding without any source was born immediately.

Song Jin'an has connected to the phone and learned that Teacher Zhang sent him a message last night, but he has not received a reply.

"I thought you were already asleep, so I didn't bother you, but you didn't reply today, are you too busy?" Zhang Sichen still had a warm voice and smiled understandingly.

"I also watched the live broadcast of your competition before. You are really good at drawing. It turns out that you are not only good at piano, but also a genius in painting." Zhang Sichen played with the small objects in his hand and sat under the dim light , I can't see the expression clearly.

Song Jin'an looked at Fu Chengwang suspiciously, and said, "I replied to other people's WeChat today, but I didn't see yours. Is it because my signal is not good and I didn't receive it?"

The understanding Teacher Zhang certainly wouldn't make things difficult for Song Jin'an, and said, "It's okay, it's the same when I call you, it may be a signal problem, it's fine."

"I just want to tell you that our song has already been released, because it is a free public service song, so there is no hype. I also want to ask you when you are free, have a meal together, and then play the piano and drink tea. You know I like talking about music with you very much, you can always bring me new inspiration."

Song Jin'an was flattered, and felt a little embarrassed to be praised by someone like an elder, "I don't have time recently, it may be a long time later."

"It's okay, just contact me when you have time, I'll wait for you at any time." Zhang Sichen smiled, looked at the time, and said, "Then I won't bother you anymore, go to bed early, good night."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, good night."

After hanging up the phone, there was a moment of silence in the room.

Fu Chengwang couldn't hold back, raised his head and asked him casually: "Calling so late, what's the matter?"

Song Jin'an put the phone away and said, "He said to send me a message, but I never replied, but I didn't see the message."

Fu Chengwang lowered his eyes, staring at the inkstone, swallowing wildly in his heart.It always felt that under Song Jin'an's clear and transparent eyes, all his thoughts were invisible, and he was very guilty.

He looked disinterested: "Oh, it's normal, maybe one of you two has a bad signal."

"Yeah." Song Jin'an looked at Fu Chengwang who was flustered and lowered his head while studying ink, and smiled silently, without saying a word.

He picked up the phone again and called Zhang Sichen. As soon as the call was connected, before Zhang Sichen could speak, he said directly: "Mr. Zhang, there are a lot of things this year, so let's make an appointment next year when you have time."

The moment Zhang Sichen heard these words, his face darkened.

But he still replied with one word: "Okay..."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Chengwang looked at Song Jin'an in disbelief, with an indescribable feeling in his heart, he froze in place, looking at Song Jin'an foolishly.

Song Jin'an just smiled and said: "Hurry up and study ink! My husband is the best, there is no need to feel uneasy about these things, I don't want anyone but you."

Fu Chengwang finally came back to his senses, let out a smirk, and grinned: "Okay! I'll study ink!"

The two lowered their heads and were busy with the matter at hand, but there were greasy smiles on their faces.

Fu Chengwang stayed with Song Jin'an until twelve o'clock, and then he hugged him forcefully and went back to sleep.

Early the next morning, when he woke up, Song Jin'an was still sleeping, and Fu Chengwang went downstairs to wash his hands lightly. He even made porridge and put it on the stove to warm it up, and went out to the company alone.

After Song Jin'an got up, he looked at the note on the bedside, and after washing up, he went downstairs to drink porridge, which was millet porridge.

He made a bowl laughingly, but he ate less yesterday, so he didn't need to be in such a hurry to nourish his stomach.

At noon, Fu Chengwang didn't call Song Jin'an, he just drove home with his lunch, had lunch with his wife, and then went to school together.

Song Jin'an looked at the dishes on the table, looked at Fu Chengwang with a complicated expression, and said, "Husband, you don't need to eat so much, do you?"

"You didn't eat much yesterday, but you didn't eat much at night. I ate all the supper, so you must eat more today." Fu Chengwang was busy arranging the dishes, speaking quickly , urging Song Jin'an to hurry up and eat first.

Song Jin'an had no choice but to pick up his chopsticks and start eating resignedly.

After the meal, Fu Chengwang did not allow Song Jin'an to clean up, saying that the water in winter was too cold and he was not allowed to touch it.So as not to get cold hands.

Song Jin Ancheng smiled and watched him wash the dishes wearing gloves. Fortunately, most of them were packed boxes, and only a few small bowls were taken out, and they were washed in a while.

"Put on the scarf, and gloves." Fu Chengwang walked around the room with endless worries.He muttered: "It has been raining heavily for two consecutive days, and it's very cold outside, so I still need to wear an extra layer."

Song Jin'an is at his mercy like a doll, he can wear whatever he wants, anyway, in this kind of thing, his resistance is useless.

When Fu Chengwang drove to the school, it happened to be the interview time.

Although their school recruitment is really late this time, there are still hundreds of people who want to interview Xici.

Who wouldn't want to try their luck?If you enter the West Temple to work, you can blow it for a lifetime!